Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III Album Lyrics

3 Peat
Mr. Carter
A Milli
Got Money
Comfortable
Dr. Carter
Phone Home
Tie My Hands
Mrs. Officer
Let The Beat Build
Shoot Me Down
Lollipop
La La
Playing With Fire
You Aint Got Nuthin
Don't Get It (Misunderstood)
Lollipop (Remix)
Prostitute 2
Lights Camera Action
Whip It
Im Me
Gossip (50 Cent Diss)
Kush
Love Me Or Hate Me
Talkin About It

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Yessir!
They can't stop me... even if they stopped me ha ha ha yea

I'm on it ooh I'm on it I'm so on it and how ever you want it
You can get it tonight hoe
And all night hoe I get the beat from
(Mistro)
A f*ckin right hoe
I might go crazy on these niggas I don't give a motherf*ck
Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up what!
What I don't give a motherf*ck get cha baby kidnapped
Then ya baby mother f*cked
It's tha Carter 3 bitch better put ya supper up
Hollygrove I throw it up like I'm tryna lose my gut
F*ck is up beat him up like a million uppercuts
Got a million duffeled up for the fun of it
Shit get on my level you can't get on my level
You would need a spaceshuttle or a ladder that's forever
However I'm better if not now than never
Don't you ever fix ya lips unless you bout to suck my dick bitch
Swallow words taste my thoughts
And if it's too nasty spit it back at me
Two more inches I'd a been in that casket
According to the doctor I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back on them bitches like Magic
Abra-cadabra I'm up like Viagra
I just do this shit for my click like Adam Sandler
I control hip hop and I'm a keep it on my channel
Watch me!
Bitch watch me!
Bitch watch me!
But they cannot see me like Hitler
It's the New Orleans Nightmare
Money so old it's growin white hair
Young Money baby
Yeah we right here
I'm a make sure we ball till we fall like tears
And mama don't cry
Ya son can handle his
I got her out the hood and put her in the hills
Yeah when I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough I got Miss Cita in a better place
When I was fourteen I told my mom we will see better days
And sure enough we did exactly what I say
I told my girl when you f*ck me better f*ck me good
Cause if another girl could she gon f*ck me good
No sittin at the table if you bringin nothin to it
And I get straight to it like there's nothin to it
Yea I got game like Stuart... Scott
Fresh out the ESPN shop
And when sports in the poppin
E'ery thang stoppin but you can't fool me I know what you watchin
ME!
You watch me
You watch me
Cause I be
WEE-ZY must see t.v.
C3 nigga that's me
And I'm me I'm me
Times three so retreat or suffer defeat
I'm back 3 PEAT
C3

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Vau Shaun Brooks
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Mr. Carter

Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what I mean?
Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that, like colossal
Like, know what I mean, like
I heard you were lookin' for me

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (You know)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (I know)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (hey, hello)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Shit, you know)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (hahaha)

Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit
I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof
Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof
Didn't wear a bulletproof, so I got shot and you can see the proof
Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth
Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to
God, not Beaver, neither you
'Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O and even U
Man, I got Summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter than the Sun
Got Spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So f*ck y'all who hatin' for no reason

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world and I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world and I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you wonderin')

Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch
While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit
I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick
Two words you never hear "Wayne quit"
'Cause Wayne win and they lose
I call them April babies, 'cause they fools
And when they snooze, we up
Feet up, like a parapleguc
Or paraplegic? I parallel park
In that red-and-yellow thing, old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove
Now all my Bloods scream "Su-Woo and "Da-da-do"
I know my role and I play it well
And I weigh it well on my Libra scale
I suck a pussy, f*ck a pussy, leave it there
Long hair, don't even care (Young!)

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world, now I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you're wonderin')
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Around the world, now I'm back again)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Who's been asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you're wonderin')

Chea, I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielagos
So far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's being mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses
Garvey, got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young

It's my go, yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status-quo
Flow so pro
I know I ride slow, and when I pass they say
"What up, Killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay Z
Don't forget Weezy, baby

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Yeah)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (haha)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (I am him)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (Hova)
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy)
They've been wondering why (baby)

Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been? (I been hustlin')
'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (hustlin' hard)
They've been wondering why (chyeah)
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter

And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
And you can try me, f*cker, but when I squeeze, it hurt
Fine, we'll lose two lives, yours and mine
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve

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Writer: Andrews Correa, Marco Antonio Jr. Rodriguez Diaz, Anthony Best, Shawn C. Carter, Dwayne Carter, Steven A. Jordan, Karen L. Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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A Milli

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Muthaf*cka, I'm I'll.
A milli in here, a milli in there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in the derriere
Like smokin the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini
Hopin them crackers see me like look at the bastard Weezy
He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherf*ckin problem
Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a GOBLIN?
Nuthin, nuthin, you ain't scarin nuthin!
On some faggot bullshit, call him Dennis Rodman
Call me what you want, bitch, call me on my sidekick
Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy to me, she changed her name to "My Bitch"
Hahaha, yeah nigga that's my bitch,
So when she ask for the money when you through don't be surprised, bitch
And it ain't trickin if you got it,
But you like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Muthaf*cka, I'm I'll, not sick, and I'm okay but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my glock sick
And my knot thick, I'm it

[Verse 2: Jay - Z]
A billi, A billi, A billi, A billionaire
Call me Philly Collins I feel A bills in the air
I affilate with Billy Gates
That's my pair
And I'm a millionaire that's my concilaire
When I wear billionaire boys club is morning care
I don't wear cause Pharell I wear it cause I'm For Real
(I see dead people, people)
I see Benjamin's and a bunch of big head people
I'm a natural born hustler, marcy projects motha f**ker
Turned professional journalist reportin life from the gutta
Where girls carry box cutters
Brotha Shwep the undercover screamin F**k the world (Why?)
Cause Don't nobody love her, Sean Carter, Sean Bell what's the difference do tell 50 shots or 50 mill ain't no difference go to hell
So Braa,

[Verse 3: Drake]
I'm really the heir to the fortune of a million
Heir talkin money with me's really unfair
At the border like I swear
I have nothin to declare
I am nothin like these otha niggas comin out this year
Even if ya never met me you could tell I'm on that same shit
Loyal as a muh f*cka nobody be sayin shit
Dope boys know me cause I often speak they language
So well spoken man I shoulda went to cambridge
Y o u n g hoe
Women they can be so
Motivated by money that's why they be on me fo
That's yo favorite rapper homie gauranteed that he know
If he is the one I'm the zero

[Verse 4: Cory Gunz:]
I'm millie in here with them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you wheelie pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli... the Vanilli's in here... I'm a rascal don't get whopped,
I get brats who don't give top, ("meaning he gets girls who play hard to give it up")
I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on,
An I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like I'm Akon,
Cause I make cons... Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I'm kamikaze drop a rock with them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line

[Verse 5: Ne - Yo]
A millionaire I am young money,
But, be clear my money so grown,
It got grey hair,
Though this Ne-Yo thang to you,
May look like a new career,
I've been the man behind the pimp,
Four about 8, 9 years.
Cut my vein let it leak,
On the sheet of the tablet,
I ain't lyin,
Man your girlfriend's favorite song is mine,
If I sang it then I wrote it,
Even if I didn't sing it,
Make the lyrics make a Mill,
Let another artist bring it,
R&B to Pop,
Even got them Hip-Hop records drop back like that,
To make me better,
Bust it baby pussy poppin,
Tell them mothers,
Hahahahaha
Why they hate I'm in Japan,
But a week makin Millis,
In languages I don't speak,
If the language's money man,
If I speak is rather fluent,
Man tango can get me about 30 time

[Verse 6: Lil' Mama]
Who say what? say what? say no!
I go's in like Pac, J so hold up, the Carter's here? I go's in like Pac, J, so Carter!
Better ask my father been doin this since younga den all ya'll rappers who tried to test me? I would dismurder all ya'll I will destroy and won't miss when I murder all ya'll I'm givin new life to birth I'm a hit controller
No I'm the birth of hip hop I'm a birth controller
Creation and reputation is of the worst of all ya'll
I am despicable been this way since lit-t-le
Why u think I dress in baby clothes like my sister do
They ain't make my bot-t-le
Hungry so I'm robbin you
Crawlin on the floor -eatin rappers like goblins do-
Look. see I, must got 3 eyes & neva put that gun up in a stash like T.I.
Picked on pen like a bully outta rehab
And stayed up on my grind like that table pepperica rica
Now

[Verse 7: Fabolous]
What really the dealie with these silly MF
Bunch of fake ass milli vanillie MF
Yet still these MF
Says they Philly MF
But I only smoke dutches I don't philies MF
They gonna pull and shot what
NO really MF you gonna run
Probably pull you a killie MF
Nigga please you wouldn't pop a willie MF
You wouldn't raise the heat if you were chilly MF
I will kill these MF
Tell these MF
Know that I am legend
Call me Big Willie MF

[Verse 8: Cassidy]
Rappers usually bring home I ain't get
Cause I ain't shit and I ain't sell enough ringtones
U can't be the king on the throne unless you mess with males
I'm not a homo so I don't expect to sell
But I expect to get respect f*ck record sells
If a nigga direspect me he can catch a shell
But for first degree you get the death penalty
Or life without the posibility
Dat mean death in jail, unless you tell
And rat on somebody else
And put ya body on somebody else yea dat'll probaly help
But if you snitch just body yourself
Put the chrome to your own dome and homi yourself
Man my style so smooth dat my trial made the news
I came home and spent a couple hundred thou on some jewels
I'm a pimp, but I don't rock crocidile shoes
I pop the two and make a nigga crocidile food

[Verse 9: Chris Brown]
Uh yezzir.
It be that, it be that
It be that breezy millionaire
A milli here and a milli in there
Selling out stadiums million chairs
Stepping on and off stage killing em
I got a millionaire pair
Of them all white a million Airs
I'm a beast every competition come please
Lock em up Lock em up
Just put em on freeze
Long ice I'm doing things that rappers don't like
And I am making (a milli [x3]) I am making (a millie [x3])
Getting money jus throw it up and watch it
And when it come down it's like magnets in my pocket
DAMN I got it
Purple and green diamonds they swang from my chest
Bigger and bigger man I think the Hawks on my neck
I'm brilliant, Jay-Z, Weezy, Breezy
So what's a million YEAH

[Outro:]
Singing ni**as just chill
Haha.
Cause I'm I'll.

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Shondrae Crawford, Kamaal Fareed, Charles Hester, Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Got Money

[Talking: Lil Wayne]
I need a Win-Dixie grocery bag full of money right now to the VIP section (wosh, wosh, wosh)
You got young Mula now tonight baby, yeah!
Yeah! Young!
Young! (wosh) Young! (wosh) young! (wosh) young mula baby!

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
(If you) got money (yeah)
And you know it
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
(If you) get mugged from everybody you see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way

[Lil Wayne:]
I was bouncing through the club
She like the way I did it for her
I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop
Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fitty cocked
Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked
Now where your bar at?
I'm tryna rent it out
And we so bout it bout it
Now what are you about?
DJ show me love, he say my name when the music stop
Young Money, Lil Wayne then the music drop
I make it snow, I make it flurry
I make it out back tomorrow don't worry
Yeah, Young Wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes (young money)

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
(If you) got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
(If you) get mugged from everybody you see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way

[Lil Wayne:]
It go one for the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll(chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'm a be clapping all night in this bitch
Lights off, man it's on
Creep saw me, she smiling, he muggin'
Who cares, cause my goons are right here
It is nothin to a big dog
And I'm a great Dane, I wear eight chains
I mean so much ice, they yell skate Wayne!
She wanna f*ck Weezy, she wanna rape wayne

[CHORUS: T-Pain]
(If you) got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
(If you) get mugged from everybody you see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like...

[Lil Wayne:]
Okay, it's Young Wayne on them hoes
But now I'm bout to do the Mack Maine on the hoes like

[Mack Maine:]
Whoosh! Like there go 1, 000
Like whoosh! Bitch there go 2, 000
I do that dance 'bout 10 times, that's 20, 000
Big daddy Maine I give my girls allowance
And I allow them to go browsing
The only thing they say when they come back to my house is
Whoosh! Daddy there go 1, 000
Like whoosh! [? ]
I'm Mack Maine!
Mack Maine on them hoes
E.A. Sports, I got game on them hoes
500 Degrees, Lil' Wayne on them hoes
I make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes

[CHORUS: Unison]
(If you) got money (yeah)
And you know it (yeah)
Take it out your pocket and show it (then)
Throw it (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way
(If you) get mugged from everybody you see then
Hang over the wall of the VIP
Like (fly)
This a way (fly) thata way (fly)
This way (fly) that way

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, it's young wayne on them hoes
A.k.a. Mr. Make it rain on them hoes
Yeah, young wayne on them hoes
Make a stripper fall in love T-Pain on them hoes
Aha!

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Faheem Najm, Juan Salinas, Oscar Salinas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Comfortable

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm not saying this to blame you I'm saying
I'm not saying this to play you I'm saying
It's all good when we making love
All I ask is don't take our love for granted
It's granted My love for you is real
If you don't love me somebody else will
Baby girl don't you eva oh no get to get to comfortable
Fallow me now

[Verse 1:]
Yea To The Left To The Left
If You Wanna Leave Be My Guest
You Can Step
Feelin Irreplaceable
Listen To Beyonce
Well Ok I'll Put You Out On Your Bday
Hey Now If Your Rockin With Weezy
Bedroom In The Bank Baby We Safe
I Got Game Like E.A.
But I Wanna Let You Play
And Don't I Treat You Like Suflai
Don't I Look At You Like I See A New Day
And Don't I Do What I Do Say
I'm Through Talkin So I'm a Let You, Face

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm not saying this to make you upset
I'm not saying this to play you I'm saying
It's all good wanna break it off
All I ask when I'm taking off
That you handle it (that you handle it)
Can you handle it (can you handle it)
I don't need you for real
I know I loved you
But somebody else will
Baby girl Cause you must've got to comfortable

[Verse 2:]
Yea Let Me Catch My Breath
Talk About Leavin And You Ain't Gone Yet
And If You Leave
Leave Correct
And I'm a Send A Check
To Pick Up The Next
And If You Leave
Your Leavin The Best
So You Will Have To Settle For Less
And I Am No Elliot Ness
I Don't Handcuff
I Don't Arrest
I Do Confess
To The Virgincy
Cause Under Them Sheets
I Am A Mess
Yes, Baby Your Blessed
Not Chess Don't Jump Ya Ness
Come on

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
This
The way you talking all that mess
Make me wanna pull up that dress
Bend your ass over on the furniture
You think that you gonna leave with
I all inside you secrets you say keep it
While I go deepest in ya river
Get to flowing better than that nigga jigga
Going all in and then it bend like tigga
Ya be on ya job getting hard like liquor
So what's up baby you gonna pack up
Or you gonna fall back what
You wanna do
I wanna do you right now
Baby make a move

[Verse 3:]
Yea, It's No Sweat No Sweat
I Would Never 1, 2, 3, Forget
About You
Yo Love, Yo Sex
You Know I Work You Out Like Boflex
I Jokes No Stress
Love Live Life Proceed Progress
Make Sure The Neighbors Get No Rest
We Can Get Together Never Disconnect
Yea. Yo Back Yo Neck
Funny How That Song Haven't Got Old Yet
To Us
So Let's Project
You Stay In
Never Incorrect
Face!

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
I'm not saying this to make you upset
I'm not saying this to play you I'm saying
It's all good wanna break it off
All I ask when I'm taking off
That you handle it (that you handle it)
Can you handle it (can you handle it)
I don't need you for real (so real)
I know I loved you
Somebody else will
Baby girl cause you must have got to comfortable (yeah)
Baby it's cool you were just a little bit out of line
Come on home now home now
Come on home now on home
You can come on home now
Come on home
Come on home now on home

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Writer: Alicia Augello-Cook, J.R Bailey, Dwayne Carter, Kenneth Edmonds, Mel Kent, Harold Lilly Jr, Kanye Omari West, Ken Williams
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Dr. Carter

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Nurse]
Where's my coffee?
Good Morning Docter Carter (Hey Sweetie)
Looks like it's going to be a long day. (Ahh another one what we got?)
Your first patient (Yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concept (Uh-Huh)
Originality (Ugh)
His flow is weak (Another one)
And he has no style (Ugh)
Whatcha got for um?

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok.Let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on.
Dr.Carter to the rescue. Excuse me if I'm late,
But like a thief it takes time to be this great.
Ha! so just wait. Your style is a disgrace,
Your rhymes are fifth place and I'm just grace.
One, Uno, Ace and I'm tryin to make your heart beat like bass,
But your sweet like cake and I come to fix
Whatever you shall break. Where is your originality?
You are so fake so picture me like a gallery.
Capture What I say. All I need is one mic. All I need is one take.
Like hey, brighter then the sun ray got a pistols on the playground.
Watch the gunplay like.No kidding. No kids in the way,
But the kids do watch. Gotta Watch what we say. Gotta work everyday.
Gotta not be Cliche.
Gotta stand out like Andre 3K.
Gotta kick it kick it like the sensai.
You gotta have faith you gotta gotta wait wait...

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay.
Respect is in the heart.
So that's where I'm a start.
And a lot of heart patients don't make it.
Now hey kids
Plural I graduated
Cause you could get through anything if Magic made it.
And that was called recycling
Or rereciting
Something cause you just like it
So you say it just like it.
Some say it's biting
But I say it's enlightning
Besides Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest.
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest.
And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest.
Authritist in my hand from writing.
But I'm a docter they don't understand my writing.
So I stop writing.
Now I'm like lighting.
And you ain't Vince Young so don't clash with the Titans.
Fast and exciting.
My Passion is Frighting.
Now let me put some more Vocab in your I.V.
Here take this Vicatin
Like it and love it
And confidence has no budget so pay me no mind I don't walk like I talk it cause I'm running I don't do it cause I done it and I'm in the emergency unit.

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Swagger Tighter Then A Yeast Infection.
Fly Go Hard Like Geast Erection.
Fashion Patrol Police Detection.
I Stay Tight Like Chinese Connection.
I Stay Tight Like Pussy At Night.
Baby Don't Get Me Wrong I Could Do That Pussy Right.
But I'm Too Wrong To Write.
Too Fresh To Fight.
Too Paid To Freestyle.
Too Paid To Freestyle.
I Had To Say It Twice
Swagger So Nice.
And Don't Ask Me Shit Unless It Concern A Price.
And I Don't Rap Fast I Rap Slow.
Cause I Mean Every Letter In The Words In The Setence Of My Quotes.
Swagger Just Flow Sweeter Then Honey Oats.
That Swagger I Got It I Wear It Like A Coat.
Wait, As I Put The Light Down His Throat.
I Can Only See Flow.
His Blood Starting To Flow.
His Lungs Starting To Grow.
This One Starting To Show.
Strong Signs Of Life.
Wheres The Stiches Heres The Knife.
Smack His Face His Eyes Open.
I Reply With A Nice Welcome Back.
Hip Hop I Saved Your Life.

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, DAVID AXELROD
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Phone Home

This is, this is, this is, this is
We are not the same, I am a Martian
We are not the same, I am a Martian
Greetings from Planet Weezy
We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy

We are not the same, I am a Martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock, load, ready to aim at any target
I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target
Hip hop is my supermarket
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning

Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy

We are not the same, I am a alien
Like Gonzales, young college
Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston
I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up
Flow so sick make you wanna throw your food up
Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup
Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut
I get bread like cold cuts, you know what?
Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up
Weezy!

Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy

They don't make 'em like me no more
Matter of fact, they never made it like me before
I'm rare, like Mr. Clean with hair
No brake lights on my car rear
I never had lice and I never had fear
I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear
And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar
And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar
I am so far from the othars, I meant others
I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover

Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
And if you feel like you're the best
Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Andre Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Eddie Montilla
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Tie My Hands

[Robin Thicke:]
We are at war
With the universe
The sky is falling
And the only thing that can save us now
Is sensetivity and compassion
(Da da da dadada da da da)
But I know one thing is for sure
I'm a get my kicks before it all burns down

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah some say tragedies is hard to get over
But sometimes that tragedy means it's over
Solider from the academy legal frolers
I deny being down though they seen the holers
My shoulders is strong I prove them wrong
I ain't doing nothing but moving on let the truth be known
But they talk that freedom matters and didn't even leave a latter.
Damn

[Robin Thicke:]
I work at the corner store we all got problems problems.
Who was gon fight alone noones gonna save us now
How you feel yur not a lone were all jus jealous jealous
We don't reach the sky no more we jus kant over come.
Just tie my hands what are we gonna be what have I done so bad...
What is my destiny. You tie my hands what am I pose to see
Whatever I don't surpass. What am I gonna b

[Lil Wayne:]
I knock on the door hope isnt home faiths not around the luck so gone.
Don't ask me what's wrgong. Ask me what's right and I'm a tell you what's life
And did you know I lost everything but I ant the only one
First came the hurricane then the morning sun
Excuse me if I'm on one and don't tripp if I lite one I walk a tight one
They try tell me keep my eyes open my whole city under water some ppl still floating
And they wonder why black ppl still voting kas yur president still chokin
Take away the football team the basketball team now all we got is me to represent New Orleans.
No governor no help from the mayor jus a steady beatin heart and a wish an a prayer. Let's pray

[Robin Thicke:]
These friends they come and go but I got family. Family
Thes kids so fast they grow they learn so quickly now
That there's no where to go that there's no future future.
Don't make the sin so low and we kant over come now.
Tie my hands what are we gonna be what have I done so bad...
What is my destiny. Tell you tie my hands what am I pose to see
Whatever I don't surpass. What am I gonna b

[Lil Wayne:]
And if you come from under that water then that's fresh air
Just breathe baby Gods got a blessing to spare
Yes I know the presses is so much stress but it's the progress that feels the best
Kas I came from the projects strate to success and you're next so try
They kant steal your pride it's inside. Then find it and kepp on grinding
Kas in every dark cloud there's a silver lining I know.

[spoken:]
Yeh yeah yeah. See right now we jus ridin on love a shinin dark
We ain't tryna do nothing be at the heart.
We need love, that's all now

[Robin Thicke:]
Love will come, Tie my hands what are we gonna be what have I done so bad...
What is my destiny. Tell you tie my hands what am I pose to see
Whatever I don't surpass. What am I gonna b

[spoken: Lil Wayne]
Born right here in the usa but due to tragdey looked on by the wole world as a refuge
So accept my emotion don't take it as an offensieve gestture
It's just the epitomy of my soul and I must b me
But got spirt ya'll. We got spirit we got sould ya'll.
We got soul they dnt want us to see but we already know

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, ROBIN THICKE, JAMES GASS
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Mrs. Officer

Ayy
Ayy (yeah)
Ayy (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Valentino) woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah) woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah) woo, woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah) woo, woo, (yeah) woo
Bobby Valentino

When I get up all in ya (yeah)
We can hear the angels calling us (ch'yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (yeah)
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
(Deezle on the beat) I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hahaha)
I'll make ya say

(Yeah) doin' a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop, haha
She got me thinkin' I can date a cop, haha
'Cause her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in her car, she cut off all lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I got her hollerin', soundin' like a siren
Talkin' 'bout
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss
And she know I get high above the law
And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets
And all she want me to do is f*ck the police
Talkin' 'bout
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us (yeah)
We can see the sunrise before us (mh)
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ayy)
I'll make you say

Haha, and after we got done
I said, "Lady what's ya number?" She said, "911"
Ha, emergency only
Head doctor, perform surgery on me
Yeah, and now I'm healed
I make her wear nothin' but handcuffs and heels
Then I beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, yeah, I beat it like a cop
Haha, beat it like a cop
Rodney King, baby, said beat it like a cop
But I ain't tryna be violent
But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless
Mrs. Officer
I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter huh?
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
(Like a cop car)

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I'll make you say

Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told you to pull it over
She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover
Then she pulled me closer, do me in the back of the car
Put me in handcuffs start ripping my pants off
(All you hear over the dispatcher is)
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say

Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift
'Cause it's on tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and-
And I can't wait to get it on (on)
I wanna do it all night long (night long, yeah), Mrs. Officer

When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thing, I'll make that body sang
I'll make you say
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
I'll make you say

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Writer: Bobby Marcel Wilson, Curtis Stewart, Darius Harrison, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Let The Beat Build

Straight off the block with it
Eagle street to be specific
I'm peepin at your people different
I'm pay my dues u keep the difference
I can see the end and the beginnning
So I'm not racing I'm just sprintin
Cause I don't wanna finish
They diminish I replenish
Scientific
I'm out this world hoe
I wear bright red like a girl toe
No homo, fingernails dirty
I've been counting dirty money since 12:30 A-M,
Wave them if they sure take them right back and spray him amen, yea, I just do my wayne and everytime I do it I do my thing, yea
Believe that like a true story
Rims big make the car look like it's two stories,
If I hop out - that be suicide
No back seats call that paralize
I don't have a spine I don't fantasize
I mastermine then go after mine
U see I handle mine I dismantle mine
I told her tool box bitch it's hammertime
So excuse me as I nail em to something
Just repeal em I'm kill em
Someone tell em that I'm a kill em
I'm a feel his mother's mama can't tell em when doctors can't heal em, I'm a kill em
And we sell em I know u smell him
So if u want it u could just yell it
Be in the morning at your tele
Hole keys go for twenty, half a key go for eleven, after me there will be nothing
I am legend and I will smith
Now that's how ya let the beat build bitch

[Chorus:]
Now that's how u let the beat build bitch [x2]
Let the bet bulid bitch

And the beat goes Boom boo boo boom, boom boo boo boom

Just a snar in the 8 0 8
Weezy baby on the mic hear away
Ok id like to thank kanye and my nigga dezzle for giving me this diesel like a F-350 tank never empty
Damn everybody in the bank act friendly
Usta think my shit didn't stink boy was I wrong
Approvin million dollar deals from my iphone
I'm take it one two way back
Like a silver white beater and or a wave pool at blue bayou and I wave fool as I blew by u
Hello hi u I can buy u but I wouldn't try u feed u to pyru
I know wat I'm doin I show improvement, show improvement,
And I know just to go into it don't amount to your influent, whatever
How u wanna do it? we can do it like we late ah wait dezzle let me get the 8 o 8
As I hit the kill switch
Now that how u let the beat build bitch

[Chorus:]
Now that's how you let the beat bulid bitch [x2]
Let the bet bulid bitch

And the beat goes Boom boo boo boom, boom boo boo boom

Now everybody say...
I am the best rapper alive
I am the best rapper alive
And I will eat u alive
Think I'm lying damn I'm a make ya eat in the niggas chest like bunch a phlegm, like a f*ckin ram, I'm hunt for lamb
I'm a dump em man in a dumpster can
U ain't a soldier just ask uncle
Sam
Hair nappy like kam
Nigga f*ck ya plan f*ck ya man u ain't a pimp if u get a sane bitch to f*ck ya man f*ck ya plan
And all my bitches know that's my plan
O god damn there's my sound, po-play likes it's my band
Gotta get it cleared suck my dick with red lipstick and don't let it smear
And I got a lot of tatoos
I meant every tear and I'm still on that street shit back to the beat bitch
Now that's how u let the beat build bitch

[Chorus:]
Now that's how you let the beat bulid bitch [x2]
Let the bet bulid and say...

And the beat goes Boom boo boo boom, boom boo boo boom

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, KANYE WEST, DARIUS HARRISON, LEONARD CASTON, TERRI MCFADDIN
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Shoot Me Down

Open up your hearts people
Page one chapter one verse muthaf***in' one

Yeah uh huh I'm drinkin' hot tea b****, feel me

Yeah now if you let me
You wont regret me
S*** if you let me
You wont forget me,
Remember, and if you don't then mind the,
Hold up bah bah! There's a reminder
I ain't kind hot I'm sauna
I sweat money and the bank is my shower
Ha ha and that pistol is my towel
Ha so stop sweatin' me coward
And I would
Die for ours ride
For ours
Supply the flowers
This is history in the making
Now shut the f*** up and let me make it

Please don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' I'm flyin'
I'm high-up
Please don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up
(This tea is at a real good temperature right now, so am I)

I spit Alcatraz bars I know
And d-boys is the only alphabet boys I know
Gotta 3-80 on my waist and Rambo at home
No more bandanna round my dome bandanna in my right pocket
B**** I'm grown f*** what you on
Now watch me stand on the world as I sit in a throne
And if I jump I'm a fly and look into the eagles eye
And see I am nothin' like you, why?
B**** see, it gets me how nothing gets me or get to me
And if you shootin' for the star than just shoot me
But your bullets don't reach mars
Pause, clause, because I'm a a beast I'm a dog ill get'cha
My picture should be in the dictionary
Next to the definition of definition
Because repetition is the father of learnin'
And son I know your barrel burnin' but

Please don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' I'm flyin'
I'm high-up
Please don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up
(This tea is at a real good temperature right now, so am I)

Pappa I did it to em, I'm a bastard
And I'm a do it again like n**** backwards
These n****s backwards but they behind us
Now watch me get high like times up
Now D bring the drums back
And watch me hit em' where there lungs sat like that
I get respect cause if I don't I'm a take it
I see your boys hatin' and I see your girls naked
Drum sound like a naked gun switch clips with my thumb
Then I pop another clip in and aim at his vision
Cause Wayne is his vision cause Wayne is the mission
I'm aimin' at a mirror

Please don't shoot me down cause I'm flyin' im flyin'
(And I've done it before, please don't make me do it no more)
I'm high-up
Please don't me down cause I'm flyin' I'm high up
(Watch me soar, where the f*** is my guitar, now roar)

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Writer: DRESHAN SMITH, DWAYNE CARTER
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Lollipop

Oww, uh-huh, no homo (Young Mula, baby)
I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper"
(Go, go, go, go, go, go)
So I let her lick the rapper

She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (yeah)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop (l-lollipop, yeah)
She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (yeah)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop

Shawty want a thug (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bottles in the club (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty wanna hump (yeah)
You know I like to touch (yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (she lick me like a lollipop)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (come on, yeah)

Okay, lil' mama had a swag like mine (yeah)
She even wear her hair down her back like mine (yeah)
I make her feel right when it's wrong, like lyin' (yeah)
Man, she ain't never had a love like mine (yeah)
But man, I ain't never seen a ass like hers (go)
That pussy in my mouth, had me lost for words (yeah)
So I told her to back it up like, "berp, berp" (yeah)
And I made that ass jump like, "jerp jerp"
And that's when she

She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (oh yeah, I like that)
She, she licked me like a lollipop, lollipop ( like that)
She-she-she licked me like a lollipop (yeah, I like that)
She, she licked me like a lollipop

Shawty want a thug (yeah)
Bottles in the club (yeah)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (yeah)
Your lovely lady lumps (yeah)
Shawty want a thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (and I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (I like that)
Your lovely lady lumps

Okay, after you back it up, don't stop
Drop it, shawty, drop it like it's hot
Drop it like its hot, do it, shawty, don't stop

Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't shit (yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with ain't this (yeah)
Shawty say the nigga that she with can't hit (yeah)
But shawty, I'm a hit it, hit it, like I can't miss
And he can't do this and he don't do that
Shawty need a refund
Need to bring that nigga back
Just like a refund, I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back, because I like that

Shawty want a thug (yeah, I like that)
Bottles in the club (yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch (I like that)
Your lovely lady lumps (yeah)

Shawty wanna lick-lick-lick-lick me like a lollipop
I said, shawty wanna lick-lick-lick-lick me like a lollipop
Shawty wanna lick me like a lollipop
So I let her lick the rapper (she, she lick me like a lollipop)

Shawty want a thug (shawty want a thug)
Bottles in the club (bottles in the club)
Shawty wan' hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (stat)

Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can make it juicy for you
C-call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya

Shawty want a thug (yeah, I like that)
Bottles in the club (yeah, I like that)
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
I said, shawty want a thug, yeah
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps (yeah)

I get her on top (yeah), she drop it like it's hot (yeah)
And when I'm at the bottom she Hilary Rodham (ha)
The middle of the bed (yeah), givin', gettin' head (huh)
Givin', gettin' head, givin', gettin' head
I said, hmm, hmm, I like that
Say, hmm, hmm, yeah, I like that
I said, hmm, hmm, yeah, I like that

Mmm-hmm
Call me, so I can come and do it for you
Call me, so I can come and prove it for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
Call me, so I can get it juicy for you

Shawty wanna lick-lick-lick-lick me like a lollipop
She, she, lick me like a lollipop
I said, "He's so sweet, make her wanna lick the rapper" (what you do?)
So I let her lick the rapper

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, James Scheffer, Darius Harrison, Rex Zamor, Stephen Garrett
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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La La

Da... Da... Da... David... Banner

La, la la la, la, la la la la [x4]

(Uh!)
Sittin' in a Caddy, Wright like Betty
Floatin' up the aisle like a bride and her Daddy
Hip-Hop attic, hip-hop at it
Man I swear I'm on top like the attic
Yea bitch I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than bluebirds, cardinals, and canaries
F*ck we, I'm all about my oui like Paris
Hilton, presidential suite already
I'm richer than Nicole and I'm a Lion like her Daddy
I am hotter than the Sunday after Saturday
I swear I'm a savage like lil webbie and randy
Oscar De LaHoya, box ya like a casket
Or Diego Coralles, nigga keep jabbin'
See my style it varies, like drugs in an alley
My leather so soft my paint prettier than Halle
Wittier than comedy, nigga write a parody
But I ain't tellin' jokes... apparently
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye
You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die
See y'all are at ground, and my daughter is my sky
I swear I look in her face and I just want to break out and fly
4 tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry
I'm richer than all y'all I got a bank full of pride

Ow, started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f*ck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' [x2]
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f*ck up out my toilette

My paint bubbleish, the motor so vicious
The rims the same color as the wrapper of a kisses; Hersey's
I'm hyper, something like a piston
And when I'm in Detroit I be ballin' like a Piston
Boy did I mention I fly like a pigeon
Higher den gas prices, you Las Vegas trinket
I'm ridin' on the park in the Bentley golf cart
The Polo be cream but the bottle's caviar (yeah!)
Weezy I'm sick from all this tourin'
You told me (sip this,) then call me in the morning (yeah)
And I vow I never trust another woman ('nother woman)
In my life, and then I got horny (ah hah)

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f*ck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' [x2]
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f*ck up out my toilette

See I ain't goin' no where bitch
You know a nigga been home honey
Money f*ckin' retarded, called itdown syndrome money
My case sick shit, they diagnose sickle cell brain
The revenue stream got a disease like a jail bed
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock
These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop
And sprinkle down into all the niggas flawless in D-Class
Then twinkle like a shine, just like a sparkle from clean Glass
They movin' on a nigga as I'm walkin' the valley, ready?
And Zulu with the cameras like I'm dickin' down Halle Berry
My money help me do things that you nigga's can't believe
Like purchase personal plates on sort of things that you can't conceive
Like interactin' with women, the caliber of Janet
I sit and mater my vision and massacre the planet
I hope you nigga's know just what it is
While I'm countin' my paper nigga's know I'm handlin' my biz

Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f*ck up out my toilette
Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin'
Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' [x2]
Nigga I'm the shit, get the f*ck up out my toilette

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Christopher Lynn Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Playing With Fire

So you got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the street of gold
But you can't blame me if I set this stage on fire

[Verse 1:]
Mama always told me I was crazy and
My hoes say I'm amazin but I don't listen 2 a lady
But the bitch say I'm hot and I say naw bitch I'm blazin
Like wat the f*ck u expect I'm a muthaf*ckin cajun
And I feel caged in my mind it's like my flow is doin time
I goes crazy inside but when it comes out it's fine like wine
Wait
Watch
See I get betta with time like a watch
Osch be gosch posh spice husband
Could'nt kick it like I kick it bitch I kicks it
No cereal like a landing I sticks it
Wateva she asks me after she licks it
That's too explicit will y u listenin
[sniffs] I smell smoke and somethin sizzlin
That's her pussy so hey pussy play with pussy or play pussy

[Chorus:]
But you can't blame me if I set this stage on fire

[Verse 2:]
They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
But where I'm from you're nobody til you kill somebody
And you kno what they say
When you're great it's not murder it's assasinate
So assasinate me bitch
Cause I'm doin the same shit Martin Luther King did
Checkin in the same hotel in the same suite bitch the same balcony
Like assasinate me bitch
We don't talk cheap
I don't rap I film movies with my rap
You can call me Mr. Director's Chair
Yea and that's a wrap
Cut
On 2 the next
Not the next scene bitch the next check
Some say the X makes the sex spec
So play with pussy or play pussy

[Hook:]
So you got so many diamonds(hey pussy play pussy)
You wear all the finest clothes(do or die say pussy and I say)
And your grill is shining(lay pussy lay pussy lay pussy)
As you're driving down the street of gold(Hey Pussy)
But you can't blame me if I set dis stage on fire(Hey Pussy Don't Play Pussy)
Get em!

[Verse 3:]
Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle
Brave heart bitch like the times are medieval
Married to the game, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced into evil, It's all in your head
It's all so cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when I lead you
Straight to the needle
The bottle, the battle, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
Member when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya
Remember when I went into the kitchen got the cleaver
He ain't give a f**k I ain't give a f**k neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
You could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
And she don't play neither

But you can't blame me if I set this stage on fire
C3 3 peat

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, J DESROULEAUX, NICHOLAS WARWAR
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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You Aint Got Nuthin

[Fabolous:]
I'm with a hundred and one niggas we dalmation doggy Deep
And fly with the tounge so if u feelin froggy leap
Kermit you better think before you ribbit
Don't be murdered over your song before add libit
I pop up like exzibit
Forget it I'm at your krivitz
Not to put no f*ckin fish tanks in your civics
F*ck getting your ride pimped
Ull get hard tyed wimped
Have u in da trunk curled up like fried shimp
It's been a good year maybe I should ride a blimp
Cause your boy jus stay above the game
They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame
But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Take dis family for a joke and play dem wayans brotha games
And I'm a get u sucka I've been scheming with dis keenin
Aimin with dis daymin
I'm puttin dat major pain in
My lil man zonia marlon and shonia
Lay da beef on dis noodle
Make some noodle lasagna
40 cal fetticine tres pound pasta
You reach for dis medalion you must like italian, nigga
You only see me pushin if the drivers side
I work da s6 ever since the 5 retired
The drop top, dey say the social drive expired
So you could call a cab once your bitch fall for fab

[Chorus:]
Uh I get money like a mutherf*cka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf*cka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

[Juelz Santana:]
I'm on da grind till da police come
With dat pistol on da side boy don't be dumb
Or... I let that semi twirl youh
Now you could follow the drip
Cause 1 shot outta the clip will jerry curl you
Wen we slop you like seconds
Obey me like peasents
Or get opened up like presents
Please, my yung boysz whilin for respect
Slit your throat, have you smilin witchur neck
Say cheese
My doughs a bit longer
My flow is jus slaughter
My wrists look like frozen polin spring water
So tell me boys tell me boys who u think your messin with
I get money out da ass, dats sum expensive shit
Havent u all heard (what?)
Ya'll all hurbs(yup)
I stick toothpicks(where)
In ya all durbs
Listen,
I'm a shark, ya'll jus coyfish(whatelse)
Octopus(whatelse)
Oysters
Chaa
I got my eye on your wifey now(yea)
I'll have her lick me up(up)
And den wipe me down(down)
She tol me uze a nag, uze a bug(ddaammn)
She tol me I'm a blast I'm a stud
She tol me ude be beast n ude be checkin for da burn
So I gave her knee pads for da rug
It's scar gang from the chain of the lifestyle
U surfboy dudes get wiped out

[Chorus:]
Uh I get money like a mutherf*cka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf*cka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

[Lil Wayne:]
Get you 3-4 get you like da number after 1 I'm a get me 2
It's weezy f u now u gotta hava babayy
My money don't fold nor bends
Mercedes maybach, grey black
And I gota 4-4 and a k like 8-stacks
F*ck yo city yo town I state facts, take dat
No, better yet like diddy take dat
Wait rats I hate rats
I clean dem out like ajax
Got paper like A fax machine
Ansanin
Damn I mean assanon
Dappa don
After thine dere will be non
Damn I mean dere will be nun
I will be one
Of dat greatest things u ever felt you ever seen
Or heard carter-d havard ya'll scared
Not me
Not I
Call me young popeye
Tell bruno I'm a nuno
I'll bring ral to your funrol
Damn I mean funeral funerol
You say tomato I say tamata
U say get em I say got em
Yea I got em
Man u better keep payin me cause u don't want my problems
I be wildin like capital one... what is in your wallet
You fly
But what is it to pilot
Weezy I'm at the top foot up in your bottom
Damn I mean foot up in your ass
I kick dat shit I gon put it in da trash
Diesel

[Chorus:]
Uh I get money like a mutherf*cka
Shades darker den I bitch but I cud see
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me
Uhhh I'm gettin money like a mutherf*cka
Yeaa money u ain't never see yeaa
I got everything
You got nuthing
You ain't got nuthin on me

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, JOHN JACKSON, JUELZ SANTANA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
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Don't Get It (Misunderstood)

Baby understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood

Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swang
He had hair like wool, like wayne
Dropping ashes in the bible
I shake em out and they fall on the rifle
Scary, hail mary no tale fairy
All real very, extraordinary
Perry mason facing, the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge, no gown no gavel
A hound, a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, I would never, in the ever
F*cking fantastic, f*ck if you agree
I'm bright but I don't give a f*ck if you see me

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood

What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave ms. cit da pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*ck em and we the same
So hello mothaf*cka you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like easter sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my french emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you asking, if I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand, cause you thought lil wayne is weezy
But Weezy is Wayne

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood

I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy up there talking about black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? america
You see one in every 100 americans are locked up
One in every 9 black americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothaf*cka to jail
A young mothaf*cka to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers, you know crack/cocaine stuff like that
Meaning due to the laws we have on crack/cocaine and regular cocaine
Police are only, I don't say only right, but shit
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And you know the other thing is mostly found in you know where I'm going
But why bring a mothaf*cka to jail if it's not gon stand up in court
Cause this drug ain't that drug, you know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that
I guess it's all a misunderstanding
I sit back and think, well shit us young muthaf*ckas, you know that 1 in 9
We probably only selling the crack cocaine because we in the hood
And it's not like in the suburbs, we don't have what you have
Why? I really don't wanna know the answer
I guess we just misunderstood huh
You know we don't have room in the jail now for the real mothaf*ckas, the real criminals
WRONG: Sex offenders, rapists serial killers
RIGHT: Sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, shit like that
Don't get scared, don't get scared

I know you saw one of them sex offenders papers
Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, um hum
Yea that nigga live right down the street from you
Sex offender, on the level 3 drug, convicted, ex con, yea, check him out
And what you got? You got a daughter, son, what you got?
Yea, but you know what, you know what
I have a f*cking daughter you understand me,
And why the f*ck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me
Ain't the reason why I live next door to him
Meaning, he didn't rap his way to my f*cking neighborhood
He sold crack/cocaine to get to my neighborhood
You move him out, bring him to jail for life,
And then you move in the sex offender
They give me a paper
Is that a misunderstanding cause I don't understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Because I wanna see the reaction on the faces when I say this
Uh, mr al sharpton
Heres why I don't respect you, and nobody likes you
See, your the type that's gets off on getting on other people
That's not good, no homo
And rather unhuman I should say
I mean, given the fact that humanity, well good humanity rather, to me
Is helping one another no matter your color or race
But this guy, and people like him
They rather speculate before they informate, if that's a word
You know spec before check
Anyway, id much rather you talk to me first
And see if you can lend an opinion before you make one
Just my thought of good humanity mr sharpton
Hold on, I ain't finished with you man
I gotta pluck the ashes, hold on
Um, mr sharpton, and anyone like you
You don't know me so if your not gonna try to
Then what you say or think about me or what I do
Is totally casper the friendly ghost to me
And it doesnt make you a good person to criticize before you improvise
Doesnt necessarily make you a bad person either but
The characteristics fall heavenly into bads way
But since I am human, I am good and bad as well
But I try my hardest to stay good
And some of the things I do and say may be bad or just not too good but I do try
So with that said, I don't fault you
I mean your only human, good or bad
But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad
You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jessie Jackson, your a nobody, to me
Your just another don king, with a perm
Just a little more political, and that just mean your a little unhuman than us humans
And now let me be a human by saying f*ck al sharpton and anyone like him
F*ck if you understand me I love being misunderstood
Why? cause I live in the suburbs but I grew up in the hood
Bring the hook in

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
O lord please don't let me be misunderstood

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Writer: Durrell Babbs, Dwayne Carter, Tyler Williams, Joseph Anthony Budden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Lollipop (Remix)

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, James Scheffer, Darius Harrison, Rex Zamor, Stephen Garrett
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Prostitute 2

(Alright, alright)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Uhmmm, I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a diffrence cause that was way before me and you, girl
You don't ever have to worry about me as long as you keep it real
Whatevers on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets
Don't matter
You know what I mean, yeah
I live it all and I'll explain

Listen, I say I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a diffrence cause that was way before me and you, girl
And you don't ever have to worry about me as long as you keep it real
Whatevers on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whatever
You know what I mean yeaaah
Well if you don't then I'll explain

[Verse 1:]
Every venom is swang and we can do the damn thang
I had to tell my brother maine I met a girl like you
Cause' I ain't never met another girl like you
But I know what to do with a gal like you...
I do

[Chorus:]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a diffrence cause that was way before me and you, girl
You don't ever have to worry about me as long as you keep it real
Whatevers on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whatever
You know what I mean yeah
Well if you don't then I'll explain

[Verse 2:]
I'll give up the game at the top of the arena there's a jersey with my name, baby
What's happening baby, what's happening baby
You know you need to roll with a champion, baby
And every time I see you I get asthma like (GASPS) that's my baby

[Chorus:]
I wouldn't care if you were a prostitute
And that you hit every man that you ever knew
See it wouldn't make a diffrence cause that was way before me and you, girl
You don't ever have to worry about me as long as you keep it real
Whatevers on your mind, speak on how you feel
Stay truthful to me and never lie to me
And don't you ever keep no secrets
Don't matter whatever
You know what I mean yeaaaah
Uhhh... Yeaaah,
Uhhh... Yeaaaah... Uhhhh

[Verse 3:]
See cause I ain't the kind that kiss and tell
But my man say that he really know you well
But I don't careee, I wanna know you for my damn self
And even though Stunna say you scandalous
And you known for moving to one man to the next
But I don't care what he say
No I don't care what he say
Because they say what they want, girl
But they will never change my views
Cause they will never know you the way that I know you
And I'm trying to spend the rest of my whole life with you
And if it gotta be a thong, then so be it, baby
And if your friends can't understand

[Hook 1:]
You don't need 'em baaaby...
You don't need 'em baaaby...
You don't need 'em baaaby...
You don't need 'em... Tell them...

[Hook 2:]
Now lemme hear you say I love it, baby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby... Oooh I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby
Say I love it, baaaby... I love it, baaaby(Love it, baaaby)
Baaaby... (I love it, baaaby)
I love it, baaaby... (I love it, baaaby)
I love it baaaby... (Love it, baaaby)
Say I love it, baaay

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, DARIUS HARRISON, CARVIN HAGGINS, TAALIB JOHNSON, PAT METHENY, VAU SHAUN BROOKS, Vaushaun Brooks, Patrick B Metheny, Dwayne Michael Carter
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Lights Camera Action

Go! yea!
I'm in love with a beauty
She is a cutie
Somebody said they saw us kissin' in the movies
We had a drink or two
We saw Rush Hour Two
Then we went home and we made our own movie

Lights camera action
Lights camera action
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

Like oh it's goin' down in this bitch
Like a boxer in the first round in this bitch
One-eight hundred I will dick you down in this bitch
Uptown in this bitch don't make a sound in this shh
Now let me whisper in ya ear every single word your little ear wanna hear
Flip ya body over have no fear
Can I put my tongue here until you tear?
Cry baby cry baby suck yo momma titty
You know I like 'em old I might have yo momma with me
I like your girlfriend and your girlfriends-es
Honor my pole like a flag on the end bitch

Lights camera action ya dig?
Lights camera action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

Lights camera action ya dig?
Lights camera action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

Oh shawty hold on can I holla at ya?
Oh shit! She ain't impressed you know I was a rapper
See I'm the illest motherf*cker that could spit forever
God damn that pussy tight than Tiger Woods' sweater
See my sex is greater cause my dick is bigger
I got that cum that you could drink like a 20 liter
So let me come and teach ya
I know you want it deeper
I put some money on that ho like she was a Visa
She catch my balls in her mouth like a wide receiver
She "Set It Off" on my dick I call her Queen Latifah
She'll give you blow on the low like a bag a reefer
She's a hood diva, so you know it's

Lights camera action ya dig?
Lights camera action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

Lights camera action ya dig?
Lights camera action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

I'm like, oh it's goin' down in dis bitch
Pull off bust a hundred rounds on dis bitch
All my niggas dogs is dog poundin' dis bitch
And if I ever go down ma you betta keep it sh
Cause girl it get no better ?
Nork? sitting right hairy like a wool sweater
Seems like ever since I start stackin' cheddar
Putty tat chase me everywhere like Sylvester
Droppin' jaws faster than my eyes can undress her
Diggin' like a pirate try 'n find the hidden treasure
Hundred pack of rubbers like I'm a tryna break a record
Baby girl say she 'bout whatever so it's

Lights camera action ya dig?
Lights camera action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

Lights camera action ya dig?
Lights camera action ya dig?
It's showtime, it's showtime, show me yours show you mine

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Whip It

[Verse 1:]
Ok, you ain't know shit
It's weezy f baby like a newborn bitch
You ain't know shit
I put your girl to work now heres a uniform bitch
Pimpin over here
And I ain't santa clause but
I make it rain dear
Money out the ass
Yeah money out the rear.
Weezy at the plate
I could bunt it out of here
Safe as a mother f*cker
Ain't no safety button on this mother f*cker
Where the safe mother f*cker?
That's the case
I can judge it
Weezy F. the ample fury
Hang 12 witnesses
That's what I call a hung jury
Brung Jerry Bling Bling
I made that but I don't even say that
As much as Judges Say that
That's way back
Boy you should catch up
It must of be
Mine, theys
Long hair pretty eyes light skin fine legs,
Phat ass, skinny stomach, pretty feet, pretty woman
Walking down the street cause I put her out my jeep,
I don't save em, I slave em, they want weezy f,
I bad grade em, I don't degrade em, I serenade em,
100 on the charm
100 on the arm
Rings so thick I can't even make a fist
Nigga f*ck how you do it cause I do it like this

Yeah, and I just do my wayne
And every time I do it I do my thang,
[x2]

I do it do it
I do it do it
I do it do it do it do it
I do it do it do it do it

I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
I do it how I do it and I do it everyday
Say I do it how I do it when I do it everyday

And I whip it like a slave
Like a mother f*ckin slave
Yes I whip it like a slave
Yes I whip it like a slave
I whip it like a slave
Like a mother f*ckin slave
Yea I whip it like a slave
Like a mother f*ckin slave
Then I beat it I beat it
I beat it I beat I
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that block like it misbehaved
Then I whip it, I whip it, I whip it, like a slave
I whip it whip it
I whip it whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
Beat it now beat it up
Beat it I beat it up
Beat it I beat it up
Beat it beat it up

[Verse 2:]
Kunta kinte on my shit nigga
Like I ate a plate of roots for dinner
But I ate a plate of loot for dinner
I'm in the garden sellin fruit to sinners
Like apples to Shaq
Hey big spender
And do remember
Just like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a baby
I'm a kill em when I drop like I'm holdin a baby
Weezy f, the F is for don't Forget the Baby
And bitch I've been hot but you don't know me from satan
And if your manning up you better show me your Peyton
But you pussies ain't ballin no sir
Not lately
Bricks get shipped
Bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip & Tuck
Yeah but you could call me wayne
Now watch me and my chain Gang!

Whip it whip it whip it
Whip it whip it whip it
Whip it whip it whip it
Whip it whip it whip it
Whip it whip it whip it

I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat it up
I beat it up
I beat it

[Verse 3:]
Yes it's me bitches
Duece Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu flow
Flyer then bird coupe like a two door
What do you know
I know the streets bitch
And this is my toilet
And you can't eat shit
Got them girls in my bathroom with their asses out
Cause I'm fly, like flyers they passin out
We mashin out,
We young Mula
I got that 12 Guage
Don't make me 1 2 ya
3 4 5 train bitch suwoop
If you ain't on my train bitch cho cho
Like you got my dick in your mizouth
And I'm a do me bitch with you or without
Shit always right sometimes
And from the top everybody look 1'9
And I'm 2'much
And numbers don't lie
And if they stop makin cadillacs
I swear I'm gon die
And if the weed man ain't got no more Onions I'm a cry
And if if was a fifth then id rather drink wine
Shit... I'm a take my time
Now am I crazy or just lazy?
Cause I'm tired of ballin darlin
And I roll with my riders like it's harley party
And we roll with them choppers like it's a harley party
We all dressed in are red like it was a scarlet party
I was ballin in New Orleans way before the charolette hornets
I'm an x man bitch I ain't talkin marvel comics
Put the dirty dishes in the sank
No pork but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash, sasquach
No back talk, I act lost
But I bet that money find me
Your jewelry telling jokes
Man You got them funny diamonds
I got them sunny diamonds
I got them money problems
That Christopher Wallace
F*ck bitches get money
Young money!

Do it do it
Do it do it
Do it do it
Do it

Watch me beat it up lady
Beat it up lady
Wat u mean
No homo
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that... block
I beat that
And then I
Whip it
Whip it
Whip it
Pimpin
Young mula baby

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, DARIUS HARRISON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
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Im Me

The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
F*ck up my dream, somebody gon' die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

Un-f*cking-believable! Lil Wayne's the president
F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch; call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money 'til the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him-bury him?
I know one day they got to bury him
Better lock my casket tight, baby, so I don't let the devil in
People, it's just me and my guitar
Yeah, bitch, I'm heavy metallin'
You can get the f*ckin' Led Zeppelin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I am the best and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffin' it
This is Tha Carter, Tha Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the God, and this is what I bless 'em with

Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherf*ckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherf*ckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior

It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I'm from the mud, I am a missile like a Scud
What's really good, I'm 'bout that ruckus like Fudd
And I stayed on my flo' at Cash Money, like a rug
Tied to the f*ckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin' at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take a dasher as the Lord is my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I am not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

Bitch, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
You're not me, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherf*ckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm still a motherf*ckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammy's and left me in Miami
Sleepin' on a nigga like I'm rappin' in my jammies
I'm rappin' when you sleep
I was rappin' when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, book 'em, Danny
I'm a monster, I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the House of Pain
Now I'm stuck here to deal with the house's pain
F*ck with me, I will peel like the house's paint, let's go!
Niggas don't wanna see me 'cause I'm better in bold
The only time I will depend is when I'm 70 years old
That's when I can't hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of shittin' on everybody else
I try to tell you like I'm sayin' somethin'
I'm from the Dirty like the bottom of my pants cuff
And now nothin' gonna stop me, so just envy it
Hey, I'll accept a friendly quit, ha ha

Yeah, I'm me, I'm me, bitch I'm me
Baby, I'm me, so who you?
F*ck you, you're not me
And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherf*ckin' Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a motherf*ckin' Cash Money Millionaire, bitch!

The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Somebody gon die tonight
And you already know that, pimpin'
Aye, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Leonardo Mollings, Johnny Mollings
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Gossip (50 Cent Diss)

I hate gossip
And I don't walk around looking for it, you know?
But, yesterday it seemed to just wander around 'til it found me
You know like, the gossip found me
Then why don't try provin' it?
How? You don't know how to prove it?
Well, what you just do is, stop (Streetrunner)

Stop hatin' on a nigga
That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
And you can get tipped like you're waitin' on a nigga
Put a body bag and an apron on a nigga
I give my all behind the mic
But you can never see if you sit behind the light
And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
But I'ma wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
I'm tryna be polite
But you bitches in my hair like the f*ckin' po-lice
And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna

Think it over (think it over)
Ooooh, think it over
Think it over, baby baby (get 'em)

Stop! Analyzing, criticizing
You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
I'm confident, like f*ck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying
It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying
Because my city's dying
Still I emerge from all of that, I am a living pioneer, near Zion
Fear God, not them, steer my robin coupe
Through the streets of the Boot, and suwoop
And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, f*ck that
I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I-I-I must ask

Hey, haven't I been good to you?
(Think it over) tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?

Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
Cast away stones, I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
Don't believe in me, don't believe me
I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti
You niggas want beef, I want a steak, and, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be
Hardbody nigga just takin' it easy
All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
Lot of rappers lie like actors, cut the motherf*ckin' cameras
Cut the check, nigga, f*ck your props
And make it out to "Mr. Hip-Hop"

I'm not dead, I'm alive

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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Nicholas Warwar, Edward Jr. Holland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Kush

[Chorus:]
Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh [x2]

Yeah, now how ya like me now...

[Verse 1:]
Got the h** goin' till 6
Press a button, watch the motherf*cker do tricks
I don't know what you are on, but I'm on some new s****
While you're b**** is on my d***, like a glue stick
I got a grill, I don't have to get my tooth fixed
The tooth fairy would retire if I loose it
Straight out the clip, that's how I spit like an oozey
You can't find me 'cause I'm lost in the music
I'm runnin' this and I can jump the hurdles
I feelin' like I'm racing a bunch of little turtles
Keep a bandana like the Ninja Turtles
I'm like a turtle, when I sip the purple

[Chorus:]
And I smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and I ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

(chuckles) so how ya like me now...

[Verse 2:]
Buck 60 on the dash, I'mma do two
Captain Crunch, these n***as is Fruit Loops
That's why your girl wanna f*** me and my group too
And I'mma make her back it up like "droop shoop"
I'm the Birdman Jr., I gotta do coups
I hop up out that m*****f***er, holler "suwoop"
Hollygrove 17, I'm from the zoo crew
You would think every animal in the zoo loose
(F*ck with me) I'm on that screw juice but I keep my s*** together, not a screw loose
Yeeaahh, word to my Gucc (Gucci) boots, I'm higher than a new suit

[Chorus:]
Till we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Yeah, and we smoke that kush
Yeah, that kush
Yeah, and we ball like swoosh
Yeah, like swoosh

Now how ya like me now...

[Verse 3:]
Buck forty on a ring that I don't really wear
But I bet it light up the night like the city fair
This s*** ain't fair, I didn't have to go there
But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear
I'm so aware, I'm so prepared, I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
Lift off, Cristal, please, crackers with cheese
N***a please, we on J-E-Ts like Curtis Martin and whitley green
I'm... lightin', lightin', light the thing, light the thing, no Reggie man

[Chorus:]
You know I smoke that kush...
And I ball like swoosh [x2]

Now how ya like me now...

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Love Me Or Hate Me

Thank You.

[Verse 1:]
I've Been Through It All,
The Fails
Tha Falls
I'm Like Niagra
But I Got Right Back Up Like Viagra
I Am Agricluture
Swagger So Mean It Might Insult Ya
(Ha)
I'm Like An Ultra Vulture
I F*ck Around And Catipult Ya
Torture
Thought Ya
Parents Taught Ya
You guys is Chocha
I'm Gone
Buenos Nochas
Flow Scorcher
And I Don't Even Write
No Author
So Harder
So Smarter
All About A Dollar Like 4 Quarters
Oh Father
Will Tonight Be My Last
And If So
Make Sure My Kids See My Cash
And I Know
I'm Solid Like An Elbow Cast
And My Future Will Be Better Than My Past
Weezy!

[Hook:]
You Can Love Me Or Hate Me
I Swear It Won't Make Me Or Break Me
I'm Goin Wherever Tha Money Take Me
Until They Funeral & Wake Me
And Don't Wake Me
Cause I'm Sleepin
I'm Dreamin'
I Kno That There's A Better Way Cause I've Seen It
Lord
This Faster Money
Is So Convenient
And I Need It
Say I Need It

[Verse 2:]
C.A.R.T.E.R.
I Spit Movies Like V.C.R.
I Spit Rounds Like the tiki bar
And If I Got Beef I'm Tha Meat Cleaver
And I Are
The Illest Nigga Martin Luther King Died For
And I Ride For
Hollygrove 1-7 Eagle Street
And I'm Higher Than An Eagles Feet
But I Beleive In Me
Apple is the Crossreet
I Am Just An Off-Spring
Born In Tha Ghetto
That's Why I Can't Let Go
One Call'll Have My Dogs On You Like An Echo
Baby I Am Tha Real (Deal/Dill)
No Pickle (Uh)
Spit sickle cell Physco
I Go
Off Like A Motha F*ckin Rifle
And I From
Tha Underground Baby Like A Pipe Hole
I Will Stand Tall Like Light Poles
Until The Light Blows

[Hook:]
And You Can Love Me Or Hate Me
Baby I Swear It Won't Make Me Or Break Me
And I Be Goin Wherever Tha Money Take Me
Until They Funeral & Wake Me
And Don't Wake Me
Cause I'm Sleepin
And I'm Dreamin'
See I'm just Hustling Living What I Believe In
Dog And there's A Problem When A Homie Is Not Eating
And I'm Greedy
I'm Greedy

[Verse 3:]
Share My Blood
Feed My Family
My Flow Would Have To Plead Insanity
So sick I need greys anatomy
Acid
Like A Bust Open Battery
I'm Cool Like L.A Nights
I'm Tight Like Ballet Tights
Ay Juelz
I, Sweater Of Tha Day
I Piss Cristal
These Bitches Tryna Kick It Like "June Tile"
I Gotta Watch My Head In Tha Battle
I'm Just Tryna Stay Ahead Of My Shadow
And I'm Flown Like A Boat And A Paddle
Ali-Gators And Raddle Snakes
But I Promise I Will Take A Nigga Off Like A Saturday
Got Money To Validate
I'm Icy Like Carrot Cake
Different Color Diamonds
Make Me Look Like A Salad Plate,
I'm Straight Out Tha Alley Way
It's Tha Nigga Ya Daddy Hate
Weezy F Baby -GREAT-

[Hook:]
I Know They Love Me They Hate Me
But I'm a G It Won't Make Me Or Break Me
And U Can Find Me Wherever The Money Place Me (Yea)
Until Ya Ridin To Tha Late B And Don't Wake Me
Cause I'm Sleepin And I'm Dreamin
And Me And My Lord Got An Agreement
So I Thank Him Everyday For My Acheivements
And I'm Weezy
I'm Weezy

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Writer: DAVID KIRKWOOD, DAVID DEPRECE KIRKWOOD, DWAYNE CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
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Talkin About It

Yeah, yeah

Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.

Uh, it's Weezy baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em' f*ck up ya body
Send ya home and tell ya mom it was an accident.
Uh, I'm a G til the casket
Drop on my glasses
Uh, fast money I'm the fastest,
I got that hustler's passion ya know,
Them boys back at the ass end,
I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in okay!

Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.

Okay,
There's been a murder,
Bitch I make a killin',
Insurance papers in a safe,
Money in the ceilin'.
Huh, I got a pillowcase full of pistols,
Come through a nigga house and aim at the pillows.
Huh, yeah wake up wake up,
F*ckin' with them boys you could wake up taped up, ya dig?
Now go on and drink that lake up,
Stick em' in the trunk and let em' feel that bass pump.
These niggas is nuts,
Man that M-14 leave you physically f*cked
These niggas is ducks,
And you can call me scrooge cause I'm swimming in bucks.
Bitch!

Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.

Yeah, yeah, too hot, too cold,
I'm-I'm red hot blue cold.
I knock your melon out your fruit bowl,
All my guns black, I got true soul.
Yeah, and I call my coupe a black panther
(blah, blah, blah)
And that's the gat anthem.
And if a nigga play with family for that matter,
I'm a smoke so many niggas I'm a catch cancer,
Yeah and if I step up out this benz-o,
You know I'm comin' with a gun like a Nintendo,
They soft, them niggas fallin' when the wind blow,
When I'm rollin' up my window.
F*ck 'em!

Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
And I'm on the streets with it
See where I come from,
You gotta be about it.
And if you want it (want it)
We come and see about it.

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Writer: BIGRAM ZAYAS, BIGRAM JOHN ZAYAS, DWAYNE CARTER, MARCO RODRIGUEZ, MARCO ANTONIO RODRIGUEZ-DIAZ
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Tha Carter III Info:

(buy at amazon.com)

Tha Carter III is the sixth studio album by American rapper Lil Wayne, released on June 10, 2008, by Cash Money, Universal Motown & Young Money Entertainment.

It follows a string of mixtape releases and guest appearances on other hip hop and R&B artists' albums. The album features appearances from Jay-Z, T-Pain, Fabolous, Robin Thicke, Busta Rhymes, Juelz Santana, Babyface, Bobby V, and Kanye West, among others. It also features Static Major, who is credited posthumously following his death in February of that year.

Amid release delays and leaks, Tha Carter III became one of the most anticipated releases of 2008. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, selling over one million copies in its first week—which made it one of the fastest-selling albums in the US. It reached sales of 2.88 million copies by the end of 2008 and produced four commercially successful singles on the Billboard Hot 100—"Lollipop," which peaked at number one, and the top-ten singles "A Milli" and "Got Money", as well as the top-20 single "Mrs. Officer".

Upon its release, Tha Carter III received widespread acclaim from music critics and has since been regarded as one of Wayne's best albums. It earned the rapper several accolades, including a spot on Rolling Stone's list of The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.

It was nominated for Album of the Year at the 2009 Grammy Awards and won for Best Rap Album, while "Lollipop" won Best Rap Song and "A Milli" won Best Rap Solo Performance. It has been certified octuple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA)Tha Carter III is the sixth studio album by American rapper Lil Wayne, released on June 10, 2008, by Cash Money, Universal Motown & Young Money Entertainment. It follows a string of mixtape releases and guest appearances on other hip hop and R&B artists' albums.

The album features appearances from Jay-Z, T-Pain, Fabolous, Robin Thicke, Busta Rhymes, Juelz Santana, Babyface, Bobby V, and Kanye West, among others. It also features Static Major, who is credited posthumously following his death in February of that year.

Amid release delays and leaks, Tha Carter III became one of the most anticipated releases of 2008. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, selling over one million copies in its first week—which made it one of the fastest-selling albums in the US.

It reached sales of 2.88 million copies by the end of 2008 and produced four commercially successful singles on the Billboard Hot 100—"Lollipop," which peaked at number one, and the top-ten singles "A Milli" and "Got Money", as well as the top-20 single "Mrs. Officer".

Upon its release, Tha Carter III received widespread acclaim from music critics and has since been regarded as one of Wayne's best albums. It earned the rapper several accolades, including a spot on Rolling Stone's list of The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time.

It was nominated for Album of the Year at the 2009 Grammy Awards and won for Best Rap Album, while "Lollipop" won Best Rap Song and "A Milli" won Best Rap Solo Performance. It has been certified octuple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA)

Performed By: Lil Wayne
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop rap
Producer(s): Birdman, Ronald "Slim" Williams, Lil Wayne, Alchemist, Bangladesh •Cha-Lo• Cool & Dre, D. Smith, David Banner, Deezle, DJ Nasty & LVM, Drew Correa, Infamous, GX, Jim Jonsin, Kanye West, Maestro, Mousa, Play-N-Skillz, Pro Jay, Robin Thicke, Rodnae, Swizz Beatz, Streetrunner, T-Pain
Length: 77:04
Released: June 10th, 2008
Year: 2008

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